Small crimes always precede great crimes. Whoever has been able to transgress the limits set by law may afterwards violate the most sacred rights; crime, like virtue, has its degrees, and never have we seen timid innocence pass suddenly to extreme licentiousness.

Pain is unjust, and all the arguments That cannot soothe it only rouse suspicion.

It is a maxim of old that among themselves all things are common to friends.

Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes.

The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love.

What does it matter if, by chance, a little vile blood be spilled?

Can a faith that does nothing be called sincere?